what you dont see, you make ideal.


a knight leads his armies to conquer a king's heavily guarded castle.
the outermost territory, perfectly prepared, is where the knight incurs the greatest number of fatalities.
the defenders, fierce and unwavering, crush the opposition like toy soldiers.
bruised but undeterred, the knight forges on with spirit.
the closer he gets to the castle, the fewer the soldiers left to fight.
that is the king's undoing, for he knows no other modus operandi.
the king desperately deploys all crew, who struggle to fend off the remaining warriors.
battle has left the remaining worn but experienced.
exposed and vulnerable, the king runs, but where to?
slowly, they make their way furtively, like poison in search of the heart.
they find the king beneath his enormous mantel, sword in hand.
grossly outnumbered, the king fights unrelentingly for his dignity, his life.
and as the knight and the king stand face to face in combat, the knight says, "i promise, i won't hurt you".
it only took a little hesitation from the king, and before he knew it, he had a blade right through him.
the knight kept his word.
it was swift, it was clean.
it didnt hurt.


guess where you are now.
not anymore.


bitter heart, bitter heart
tries to keep it all inside
bitter heart, bitter heart
is gettin' just a little fragile.

perfection at 2:07 AM